little things

I want to be the one who holds out the sleeve of your corduroy jacket as you put it on
the one you think of when the waitress asks if you'd like a to-go box for that
the one whose hands you seek if you've forgotten your gloves
the one whose nighttime sighs and stirs create the silly soundtrack of your dreams
and I want to be all of the little things in this big world that keep you safe and warm.